Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
by Robert Frost
"The Path That Leads to Nowhere" by Corinne Roosevelt Robinson
"The Firefly" by Jane Stuart
"Plant a Tree" by Lucy Larcom
"The Daffodils" by William Wordsworth
"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost
"Wintering Rosarians" by Gail Lemnah Barnett
"'Tis the Last Rose of Summer" by Thomas Moore
"Autumn Chant" by Edna St. Vincent Millay
"The Fish" by Elizabeth Bishop
"Departmental" by Robert Frost
"City Flies" by Alan Van Dine
"My Neighbor's Roses" by A.L. Gruber